Ball and chain for sale - Jimi Hendrix



You got me sitting up on the shelf

while you’re out bewitching someone else.

Do I live, Do I die

Do I laugh, Do I cry

What game am I supposed to loose this time ?



2.



You got chains attached to my head

You spreading magic honey all in your bed

What is it you want ?

Just a puppet that talks

or maybe just a lover who makes love to the Dead.



Step onto the stage...Just a few more minutes...

Let’s see what kind of juggler you really are.

Say without that whip and those Bloody Boots

which are rented...You actually could become

a morning star...

But you rang your last bell

Even your planets, they’ve gone to hell

And your world turns to nothing but a bubble

in a shotgun jar.

And now you don’t know who you really are.



3.



So instead of trying to make me your slave

Why don’t you just...call it a day.

Either way I’m gonna win

So save yourself some wind

Don’t make me to be the last to see

you to your grave...

Well well, Ball and Chain...for sale.

New day come...Masters gone to Hell...

Well well, Ball and Chain...for sale.

Sunrise come...Master’s dying in Hell.



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